Sunday, January 17, 2010

"anak pakcik nak hidup lama lagi"

Situasi 1
Encik-saya-tak-kenai: Din, anak pempuan hang yang kecik tu belajaq mana?
Ayah: Oh, yang tu duk mengaji kat Ostolio (Australia)
Encik-saya-tak-kenai: Hang buleh biaq anak hang mengaji sekolah-tempat orang kapiaq (kafir)!

Situasi 2
Seorang bapa sanggup membiarkan anak-anaknya tidak bersekolah. Alasan, tidak punya cukup wang untuk membayar yuran sekolah bukan kerajaan. Apabila ditanya mengapa tidak dihantar ke sekolah kebangsaan, katanya… “tu sekolah sekular, sekolah kapiaq!”

Situasi 3
“Anak aku takpa, mengaji sekolah blajaq tauhid-feqah sudah, besaq esok dia ambik alih bisnes aku saja, dpd dok p skolah kerajaan” – sekolah tersebut tidak langsung menyediakan mata pelajaran akademik seperti matematik, sains, bahasa inggeris dll.

Before I proceed, I would like to state that I’m neither pro or against any political movement… I’m writing my personal views; my thoughts are generated through my observations and others opinion. And if I were to really write about this, well… it could turn out to be a never-ending essay… so I’ll try to make it brief, in exchange… there might me some misunderstandings… and I wish that, nobody will get butt hurt about this!

Macam nilah…

1
Encik-saya-tak-kenal, memanglah… Australia atau negara2 barat atau negara2 bukan islam bermajoritikan orang kafir. Tetapi, belajar di negera demikian tidak menjadikan seseorang itu kafir. Sungguh, di mana kita berada mempengaruhi kekuatan Iman kita, tapi berada di Malaysia tidak menjamin kesolehan peribadi muslim. Saya melihat begitu ramai teman-teman sepengajian, di negara2 demikian lebih dekat dan kenal dengan al-quran, lebih mengenali hadith dan sunnah rasulullah… bahkan ramai di antara mereka, semakin dekat dengan agama setelah merantau di sana… tidak kurang juga muda-mudi kita yang rosak agamanya sekalipun tidak pernah ke negara ‘kapiaq’. Lagipun, hidayah itu milik Allah… dianugerahkan kepada sesiapa yang dikehendaki, tak kiralah di hutan belantara, di tgh-tgh kota orang kafir mau pun di mana2…

2.
Pakcik… dengarla nasihat saya baik-baik… Pertama sekali, kita tak boleh mengkafirkan orang sesuka hati… apatah lagi selagi orang itu sah-sah mengucap dua kalimah syahadah… saya tidak menyebelahi mana-mana parti… tapi saya sedih tgk anak-anak pakcik… kesian kat depa… depa kalau tak mengaji sekolah, nak jadi apa? Pakcik dah la susah, pakcik nak anak-anak pakcik susah macam pakcik ka? Memang la system pendidikan kita ni ada kelemahan, tapi saya rasa sudah cukup baik utk menyediakan masa depan yang lebih sempurna untuk anak-anak pak cik… ramai dah orang mengaji sekolah kerajaan, tak jadi kapiaq pun… duk Islam lagu tu la…Alhamdulillah… kalau pakcik rasa sekolah kerajaan tu kapiaq, pakcik lepas ni jangan guna jalan raya la pakcik, kerajaan yang buat tu… nanti kapiaq pulak… saya ni tak sebelah mana-mana parti.. tapi saya ingat la masa kecik-kecik dulu, ada poster kat stesen bas dekat rumah… ada gambar nik Aziz, lepas tu ada slogan “bagi gula, ambil…bagi kain, ambil…bagi undi, kita pangkah bulan” … lebih kurang macam tu la… jadi, pakcik..pakcik nak pangkah mana pun pangkah la.. tapi anak-anak pakcik tak sekolah tu nak jadi apa? Nanti depa duk nganga dah tu p hisap dadah.. baru pakcik tau.. lagi satu, apa pakcik ingat kalau depa tak p skolah, boleh esok besaq nak ambik alih kerajaan ka? Dah dok kata kerajaan la kapiaq, suruh la depa ambik alih.. tapi mcmana nak ambik alih, sekolah pun dak? Pakcik dah tua… anak-anak pakcik, jauh lagi masa depan… bawak-bawak la pikiaq pakcik oi..

3.
Encik bisnes berjaya, if you are so religious, you should know that rizq is in Allah’s hand. How could you guarantee that your business will last until tomorrow? And think of this, how on earth is your son/daughter is going to run your business if he doesn’t know any math? And even if he knew (yala, boleh belajar sendiri) but don’t you expect your business to grow? Don’t you think that it’s good on him to have more knowledge and skills? Encik jangan salah faham, bukannya saya menolak pentingnya belajar agama… penting sangat… tapi kurang-kurang, sekolah rendah ni… bagilah dia belajar lebih sikit… I’m not condemning sekolah agama rakyat… it’s quite a lame issue, anyway… ada banyak sekolah agama rakyat yang bagus… but still there are some crappy schools out there… trust me about one thing, even if you’re a successful businessman, that doesn’t make your son/daughter as same as you… he/she might have other dreams/ambitions… and if that happened, your son/daughter will grow up resenting you for that…

Look…

I’m not saying that studying overseas or having great achievements in secular fields will make you a better person, no; it’s never like that… in fact, a-high-doctorate degree from the world’s best university couldn’t buy you paradise… but all I’m trying to say is that… we Muslims have to fight for our future, acquiring various knowledge and skills is important, we need doctors, engineers, architects, accountants, lawyers as much as we need shaikhs, muftis and imams… we keep hearing whines of how we’ve been manipulated by the west…Forgive me for my profanity, but acting victim is bullshit...but how on earth are we going to rise from this fall if we ‘tgk orang putih pun perak nak mampuih!’ Let alone to stand up against them. .

Nanti ada orang kata… “yang hang dok sebok2 pasai anak orang pasai pa?”… Saya bukan sebok pakcik-pakcik sekalian, nanti kalau saya jadi menteri hal ehwal keluarga dan wanita, anak-anak pakcik kafirkan saya pulak, lepastu… saya juga kena bela nasib cucu-cucu pakcik yang terabai…

Dalam otak ni banyak benda nak kata, tapi tak apalah.. saya sudahlah dulu… saya balik dulu, assalamualaikum!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Fly Me to The Moon

It’s ringing in my head! I blame this on my dearest sister… Don’t feed me with that song anymore… I really feel like flying to the moon right now… gah! Anyway. Thanks heap for lending me your broadband, I owe you much!

Yes…. I’m so orang tua… I listen to classical songs… I listen to light.fm most of the time and sometimes to klasik.fm too... I listen to SM Salim and Ramli Sarip… P Ramlee, once in a while… I love channel no 555-History Channel (someone calls it channel takdak kaler)… Baju kurung is at the top of my fashion list (though I don’t wear it very often back in Melbourne)… oh and I wear a pair of grandma-glasses (my brother once call this sort of glasses spek-budak-sekolah-jahat-zaman-dulu)… I love classical books, be it Malay or English (though sometimes I do find them difficult to understand)… I read history books… I fancy and adore 19th century arts and architecture… I prefer pucuk paku (pucuk paku orang panggil apa dalam english?) rather than taugeh (bean sprout)!..hehe.. I don’t really eat dodol though…

Everything from the past has a significant meaning to me… it is what makes me who I am today… Nevertheless, one thing that I am sure of … I am moving on…. =)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Regret?

A few days ago, I had a conversation with my sister regarding ‘regrets’. Yes, regrets… my sister and I, we always talk about pretty much everything… odd as it might sound; I suppose it’s quite a normal topic for us.

As I reflect about my life, I find that I don’t have that many regrets to mention, except one… one thing that keeps bothering me on and on. Before I go any further, I would like to state that, though this might appear a bit shameful to some, I don’t mind sharing… else, I won’t write… I wrote about this before and I’m writing about it now…

Something I’ve always wished for since I don’t know when is to be very good in English and Arabic and I regret not taking learning these two languages seriously when I was little.

I learned Arabic for 3 years when I was in SMKA. I wasn’t very excellent but I did quite well I would say. But since I left for Sek Sains… That’s just it… Last 2 years, I had an online tutor, a Yemeni Arab who is studying in Malaysia. But it’s quite tough to learn it online and it ended after about 6 months… anyway, the tutor and me are still friends, which is good =) I tried to learn it myself, many times.. I bought books and stuff, but it didn’t work… I seriously think I should take a proper class… well, I did look for it once, it was really good… the syllabus was brought from Jordan… but my busy architecture schedule did not allow me to attend such classes, that program requires a serious commitment. Again, my intention was hindered. But I’m still hoping that someday… I’ll be able to relearn Arabic and be very good at it…

And for English.. urgh! Tula..kecik-kecik dulu baloq! I already blogged about this long time ago. Well, who can deny the importance of English? I keep thinking… What’s up with me? I learned English since standard 1 and now at the age of 22, my English is still horrendous. When I just arrived in Melbourne, my English was even worst… but Alhamdulillah… there is a slight improvement in it… There was once in my life, for a semester to be specific, I got extremely frustrated with my English (my course involves a lot of presentations, and essays)… just imagine, I went to class with tones of drawings that enough to cover up the whole school (ok, I’m just exaggerating, but heaps of works, seriously) but still failed to deliver a convincing proposal because my speech wasn’t beautiful enough to describe my work or as my tutor said “you should know how to talk about your building?”... Yet a local girl who did only a few sketches made his day because she gracefully described her project. Anyway, it’s not always like that… some tutors do understand international students very well… they will overlook your English, listen attentively and try to understand what you are saying… but it was my fate at that very time that I got a tutor who loves one who talks about building like a poet talks about lover… it was a class full of locals (of course my spoken English is the worst, I don’t pronounce ‘day’ as ‘die’) and I felt so small (literally too.. haha)… But I don’t blame him for that… An architect needs to defend his designs for the rest of his life. Unlike many other things that end upon completion, design is a thing that consumes the designer’s life. As long as a building stands still, it is opened to criticism and the architect has to always face it and defend it… in fact, even if it collapses and crumbles, again the architect has to stand up for it.

Ok, so I got really upset and was so dishearten with my English. Since that I try to read more… Oh, I always love reading… but I try to read more and more, English books of course… and I told my housemate to correct my spoken English. Haha… I even prayed to Allah to send me an English teacher (and I added to that… If I were to get married, let he be the one who is excellent in English so that my kids won’t be like me and he can tutor me too…hahaha… it is still left unanswered, but who knows tomorrow….syhh.. isn’t this suppose to be a secret???) I was very very frustrated… Allah hasn’t sent me an English teacher… but I think he might have sent me a good friend who always helps me out for my English… Thank you Allah, and thank to you too…

Nevertheless, I still feel bad about my English… especially when now I have a degree from oversea… it’s common for people to expect me to be proficient in English, right?... but my English is just so-so. Aaaaa!!!! Takpa, berusaha!

p/s
1. Kalau ada org kata.. “tak malu ka duk cerita kat org tak reti bahasa?”
Haaa.. tau dak sbb apa org sakit jiwa ramai jadi kronik (gila)? Pasal masa duk lompat sikit-sikit tu tak mau mengaku sakit… lagipun kalau tak reti, buat pa nak bodoh sombong?
2. To my dear friend who always gets annoyed whenever I complain about my English, I hope you won’t read this post.
3. And to you who helps me a lot during my degree… ( ada 4 sem lg utk master… rajin dak lagi nak tolong check?) hehe…
4. Ada org kata, nak elok sampai tara mana? –as good as my malay!
5. Kak sarah kata “suka tulis post panjang2!”- ni org tak masuk bahasa cina lagi.. hehe

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Hermmm....

I'm not entirely sure how to voice my concern over the issue of using the word 'Allah' by non-muslims... when I heard of this issue about 3 years ago,I thought it was just another cheap polemic... but what it has lead us to today is very devastating... first of all, I would like to clarify that I'm neither supporting nor discouraging... Many scholars, politicians and writers had responded to this issue very well... yet, I strongly condemn the latest churches bombing incidents... well, be it a conspiracy, political play or a mere polemic... violence is not an option... I don't know who the hell did such... but that was barbaric, very-very barbaric...

people, can't we just use a little bit of wit and wisdom before taking any action?

ok, my says are neither clever nor whimsy, it's just one of the common complains that you can hear in kopitiam.. but I hate violence...

one of the things that I notice about Malaysians is, we are losing our courtesy... and I just can't accept that now we are losing our harmony... sigh~

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Mahathir

I watched this a couple of days ago on History channel... I think, Malaysians should watch this... Whatever your say, he did a lot for us...




watch the rest here

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Asrama

Oh, my dear nephew is enrolling to Maahad today. Oh, I could see his murky face when he kissed me goodbye… Sorry dear, makcik tak hantaq, malas nak menyempit kereta… the thought of being sent away from home for the first time must be dreadful… oh, I know it well… masuk asrama memang tak best. Anyways, you’re a boy, you must do well…

It reminds me of my first day being away from home. I rushed for a shower the moment I saw my ayah’s car left the school yard. It was still early for a late noon shower, but all I wanted was just to cry (out of anyone sights, since that I found shower is a great place to shed my tears)… haha… I couldn’t sleep at nights, found it so hard to make friends and follow the rules… For a year, I scribbled everywhere a note ‘adik nak balik, adik benci asrama’… wishing that my parents would read and get me out of there… hahaa… Oh, I made it through though… Eventually, a bunk bed did give me some good sleeps, I made lot of friends….oh, but I never really succeeded in complying with rules… my bad.

Anyways, it must be harder for him. His school is miles away in Perlis. My school wasn’t really far. Ayah used to send me food every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. Else, I refused to eat. I hated carrying tray and queuing up for food. I hated the smell of Dewan Makan… It went like that for half of a year… haha… Oh, what a spoilt child I was! I remembered well, how I’d fallen ill, really ill after a week or two being at the hostel… My parents were really patient, thanks so much Mak Ayah…

But I spent my best 3 years of school experience there before I entered a Sek Sains in Perlis. Going to Sek Sains was a tough move for me. It was against my parents wish. But my parents are my parents, they still visited me regularly. Oh, thanks again. My parents are awesome!

Hostel life was indeed a good experience… I would still have been a spoilt child if I were not sent away. Haha... I am still am sometimes, but I guess… it could never be worst than growing up not knowing how to carry myself on my own…

My dear Talhah… you’ll be okay… nanti baba mesti selalu pergi Perlis punya, melawat… take care!

Friday, January 1, 2010

merepek

 [penang mode; entri berloghat utara..tak paham toksah baca]

betui... laptop tu boleh bukak 60 darjah ja skrin dia...kalau tolak lebih dia legap
betui... bateri dia tahan 45 minit ja kot....
betui... dalam sejam ja on, duk tak duk dia mati tiba2....
betui... dia suka naik skrin biru, tambah2 bila duk guna photoshop... tu blum autocad, rhino lg..
betui... kipas dia tak brapa nak fungsi, panas..kalau tak atas perut boleh jadi tuku.. boleh ramping

tapi rupa dia lawa lagi... tp nak buat apa luaq elok, dalam buruk.. org pun mcm tu gak la dak? laptop kak sarah yg tgh duk guna ni... comot... tp dalam ok, takpala...

nak laptop baru... tp tula, laptop tak terjun dari langit...

boring laaa... tula, p kerja takmau...

duk melukis tak jadi-jadi...tgn dah kematu....

ikan kelisa bangki patah pinggang... pastu dia meninggai la tadi, mati hari jumaat... pastu depa nak goreng... hoho.. hidangan harga 15 ribu.. woohooo.. rugi2... 15 ribu boleh dpt laptop sebijik d90 sebijik...haha

oh, hari ni abg ku seorang sudah menjangkau usia 39 tahun... hahah.. dah tua...

tadi, tersesat... hahaha... nak mai rumah abg sendiri boleh silap lorong... tu tara sekampung... lepas tu takut nak langgaq lecah.... p kona masuk lorong lecah tu pasaipa.. tp tula duk tgk, awat lorong2 kat kampung ni rupa serupa ja semua... kak sarah, lenkali suruh bgki pasang pintu gerbang kat depan lorong... org konpius...

dahla... merepek ja byk...